Junior Ganymede
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A Bright and Clear Fall Day

October 10th, 2017 by G.

It is one of those bright, clear, and crisp fall days–the first one we’ve had in the season.  There is a feeling you get walking into it.  It lifts your spirits and all your limbs seem to strengthen up and you stride, like a horse running in his pride.

An atheist might say that it is all the action of hormones.  But no one who believes in the truth of experience can really believe that.

There are a lot of famous last words, but of them all I put my money on Stonewall Jackson’s.  “Let us cross over the river and rest in the shade of the trees.”

I hope I die on a day like today.  I would not be unhappy if my last words were

Open the windows,

and let in the day.

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October 10th, 2017 14:19:47

October 10, 2017

I love Fall. I very much resent it when it pretends to be Fall and then Summer re-asserts itself, as it is now where I am.

October 10, 2017

There outta be a law.

Karl Narveson
October 10, 2017

“It was a crisp and spicy morning in early October. The lilacs and laburnums, lit with the glory-fires of autumn, hung burning and flashing in the upper air, a fairy bridge provided by kind Nature for the wingless wild things that have their homes in the tree-tops and would visit together; the larch and the pomegranate flung their purple and yellow flames in brilliant broad splashes along the slanting sweep of the woodland; the sensuous fragrance of innumerable deciduous flowers rose upon the swooning atmosphere; far in the empty sky a solitary esophagus slept upon motionless wing; everywhere brooded stillness, serenity, and the peace of God.”

From “A Double-Barreled Detective Story” by Mark Twain

October 10, 2017

… a solitary what?

Bruce Charlton
October 10, 2017

I usually post a paean to autumn – but haven’t done so this year: here’s one from five years ago that came to mind yesterday


What had happened was that my wife noticed a single leaf on the path – that contained all the colours of autumn: autumn encapsulated.

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